Han Zhuoli's birthday passed in such a warm and insipid way.

But this was the first time he had eaten the handmade longevity noodles that Lu Man had made for him, and the two of them didn't even go to the table, just sat on either side of the narrow bar.

Lu Man looked at him with a smile.

The decorative lamps hanging above the bar glowed warmly, bringing the two together.

Lu Man held his cheeks and watched Han Zhuoli eat noodles with a smile.

Han Zhuoli felt that it was even more exciting than any previous birthday to win his heart.

In this dim light, it seems that he is the only one in the small world who follows Lu Man, and the years are quiet.

He remembered that Lu Man's birthday was on December 16, and it was almost there.

When he returned to the room in the evening, Lu Man was cleaning up, and Han Zhuoli pestered him, "Where's the birthday gift?" ”

He didn't look like it was for a birthday present, his breath was all spilled on the side of her neck and earlobes, "Did you treat yourself as a birthday present?" ”

Han Zhuoli wrapped his hands around her waist from behind and stuck them on her lower abdomen, "I want to open the gift." ”

"I've got a birthday present for you!" Lu Man hurriedly blocked him and didn't let him move.

I ran out on my own.

After a while, he ran back again, with a long box in his hand.

"Birthday present." Lu Man handed the box to Han Zhuoli.

Han Zhuoli opened it, it was a fountain pen, and the brand was actually the kind he was used to.

"For your work." Lu Man explained, Chao Han Zhuoli raised his eyebrows, "I still remember the first time Dai went to the company, while you were away, secretly in your office, picked up the pen you were using at the time, and was ready to kiss it." If I hadn't just gone in, she would have gotten her mouth shut. ”

Han Zhuoli smiled, "Later, I heard you say, so I lost that pen." ”

"Anyway, that incident reminded me, you must carry the fountain pen I bought for you, as long as it is for writing, use this. Even if there are women who are still as disgusting as Dai, and they still want to secretly write it themselves, but this one was given by me, which is different. ”

"Okay." Han Zhuoli solemnly put the pen into his briefcase, "I take it with me, wherever I go, I only use this signature." ”

Lu Man suddenly glanced at Han Zhuoli, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Then he lowered his head and hurriedly left, Han Zhuoli was still a little strange, and he didn't understand what Lu Man's glance just now meant.

Lu Man lightly removed a tulle skirt with thin shoulder straps hidden in the lattice of the bathrobe.

She secretly ordered it from the internet, and God knows how weak she was when the delivery came.

At that time, she was in class, and Aunt He received the goods at home.

Fortunately, Aunt He never opened the box without permission.

But when Lu Man came back, he still felt that Aunt He's gaze on her was different from before.

The tulle is light and transparent, nothing can stop it, but it is half-hidden and half-concealed, and there is a hazy beauty, which is particularly exciting.

Lu Man tugged at the hem of her skirt crampedly, which was more violent than she looked in the picture. Lu is too much.

Lu Man stiffened his scalp and wrapped himself in a bathrobe before going out again.

"What are you doing?" Han Zhuoli asked strangely.

Lu Man smiled at Han Zhuoli, walked up to him, and pointed to the bathrobe belt around his waist, "Don't open the gift?" ”

Han Zhuo took a deep breath violently, and was very excited, and was about to fish Lu Man into his arms.

Who knew that Lu Man dodged first, and he knew what he would do.

Han Zhuoli blinked, looking confused.

Lu Man couldn't help laughing, he was so cute that even her own nervousness was diluted.